3. Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 4. Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 5. Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 6. Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. Charlotte Elliott, 1836, a. 319 S. M. Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace Or wash away the stain. 2. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4. My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And knows her guilt was there. 5. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice And sing His bleeding love. Isaac Watts, 1709. 320 S. M. Not what these hands have done Can save this guilty soul; Not what this toiling flesh has borne Can make my spirit whole. 2. Not what I feel or do Can give me peace with God; Not all my prayers and sighs and tears Can bear my awful load. 3. Thy work alone, O Christ, Can ease this weight of sin; Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, Can give me peace within. 4. Thy love to me, O God, Not mine, O Lord, to Thee, Can rid me of this dark unrest And set my spirit free. 5. Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O Son of God, Can this sore bondage break. 6. I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine, And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine. H. Bonar, 1861. 321 8, 8, 8, 6 Drawn to the cross, which Thou hast blessed With healing gifts for souls distressed, To find in Thee my life, my rest, Christ Crucified, I come. 2. Thou knowest all my griefs and fears, Thy grace abused, my misspent years; Yet now to Thee with contrite tears, Christ Crucified, I come.